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THE COLLEGE REPORTER.
/ol.
HELENA, M.T., MAY, 1888
No. 5
Childhood's Home.
"t^et,- the pretty farm-house low, With spreading porches wide,
Where we were wont to sit and talk Of summers at eventide.
I see the group of children, small. That played 'round papa's knee, . My sisters and my brothers, dear, And one, yes one, was me.
Again I romp in meadows green, Or gather flowers, wild, " So, free from sorrow, grief and care, A merry, happy child.
*; I kneel at the spring of water, And stoop to take a drink; gaze at the pebbly bottom Until mine eyelids blink.
I gaze into its liquid depths.
And there a picture see— A little girl with tangled hair
And blue eyes—-just like me.
And there's the silvery brooklet,;
It's not so very wide; It runs among the willows,
As though it wished to hide.
And there's the sloping hillside, Where we children used to play;
There we've spent many happy h&urs In the merry month of May.
Again I climb the ladder steep, That leads to the great barn loft,
Where we have played at "Hide and Seek" And other games so oft.
I lie me in the cooling shade
Of the grand old sugar-tree, With dreaming eyes that look away.
And wonderful visions see.
The pretty home—my childhood's home— Has changed to stranger's hands;
And others will gather the sweet, wild flowers From the dear old meadow lands.
Yes, parents, too, have moved away,
To this fair western land, Where tall grass waves o'er prairies wild,
By gentle zephyrs fanned.
But still my mind will wander back
To the happy days of yore; Alas! they all have vanished,
I ne'er shall see them more.
And there are my friends, dear, kind friends
If I iTieet them never inore, I trust we'll meet in heaven above,
With the God whom we adore.
Yes, there's that home, my heavenly home
The bright land of the blest, "Where the wicked cease their troubling.
And the weary are at rest."
May Putnam.
Caddoa, Col. April 3, i;
"Your intelhgence should al¬ ways be far in advance of your act. Whenever you do not know what you are about you are sure to be doing wvongd---Carlyle.
The Value of True Friendship.
Of all the ties that bind tne hu¬ man heart there are none more beautiful than the bonds of true friendship.
They are the source of the noblest emotions and a fountain from which springs the purest pleasures.
Many persons do not fully esti¬ mate the importance, the bound¬ less worth of friends, they seem to live only for themselves and what this life can do for them, appar¬ ently unwilHng to share a joy or pleasure with any one else, but
The human heart has natural desires for congenial companion¬ ship and though we are surround¬ ed by various pleasures, our joys are incomplete, unlesss hared by one whom we consider a friend.
Friendship has its duties. To our friends we owe fidelity and constancy in days of prosperity or adversity.
A kind word costs us nothing and if we speak a cheerful word of encouragement in our fellow mortal's ear "between the gray dawn and shadow of evening," it lightens the burden and casts the shadow from his brow.
Kind words never lose their
and there is that lasting friendship of mature years, formed more slowly and cemented by congen¬ ial tastes and pleasures.
To be called a true friend is an evidence of a noble nature. All the qualities of mind and heart which tend to dignify the human race and enable us to distinguish ourselves are brought to notice.
The heart has memories of early friendship that can never die, the turmoils of Hfe cannot obliterate them.
Prosperity is no just scale. Ad¬ versity is the only balance in which to weigh our friends.
It has been said that "lo^=^e. is the shadow of morning which de¬ creases as the day advances, but friendship is the shadow of even¬ ing which strengthens with the setting of the sun.
Edda Lowrey.
Do Not Hire Cheap Teasers.
this selfishness can not satisfy the vast desires of the immortal mind, for in this dark world of ours, sur¬ rounded by the cares and per¬ plexities of every day life, we need friends. They soothe our wounded spirits and brighten our pathway by their sweet influence, for there is nothing more cheer¬ ing to the hearts of the despairing, hopeless being than the comfort¬ ing, encouraging words of a friend.
In days of adversity when hope has nearly fled, our pathway is illuminated by the sympathy of a noble friend; tumultuous feelings are calmed by their approach, even as "the ruffled waters sink to rest when the boisterous wind is stilled."
power, their sweet fragrance floats through the corridors of time, years after the tongue which uttered them has mouldered in the dust.
How sad and vain a thing it is to regret some past wrong doing or infidelity towards a friend. The memory will burden our hearts and the bitter truth will of¬ ten appear to us in all its sublim- ity.
Friendship, like everything of true value, is rare. There are friends of society life, political life and those of prosperity who are ready to desert us when a favor¬ able opportunity presents itself; there are friends of childhood marked by vows of perpetuity, which are often soon forgotten,
The Chicago Inier-Ocean says: "Millions are thrown away upon incompetent teachers. There is a kind of school director, who, for personal gain, personal spite, or to aid his friends, will rob innocent children of their rights, imperil the future of the Repubhc, pro¬ mote anarchy, misrule and crime. Millions for alms-houses, hospit¬ als, jails and judges! Milhons for crusades against intemperance! A country ever standing on the verge of great danger, to be sav¬ ed by incom-petent teachers I Think Christians, Jews, Pagans; think. Patriots and Statesmen, what kind of country you will give to your children."
School officers should read the above and carefully consider the matter. We believe that in hir¬ ing teachers, as in buying goods, the cheapest is always the dear¬ est.
While speaking of teachers we will call attention to the Jact that schools are begihning to close and teachers will begin to look out for positions for next year.
Secure your teachers while you can get the best. Don't wait till the best teachers all have positions and then have to take" what is left.

Monthly.; Description based on Vol. 1, No. 5 (May 1888).; Hahn & Walters were the owners of the Montana Business College.

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1888-

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Montana Business College.; Business education--Periodicals.

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CG>9
''"^ C3
THE COLLEGE REPORTER.
/ol.
HELENA, M.T., MAY, 1888
No. 5
Childhood's Home.
"t^et,- the pretty farm-house low, With spreading porches wide,
Where we were wont to sit and talk Of summers at eventide.
I see the group of children, small. That played 'round papa's knee, . My sisters and my brothers, dear, And one, yes one, was me.
Again I romp in meadows green, Or gather flowers, wild, " So, free from sorrow, grief and care, A merry, happy child.
*; I kneel at the spring of water, And stoop to take a drink; gaze at the pebbly bottom Until mine eyelids blink.
I gaze into its liquid depths.
And there a picture see— A little girl with tangled hair
And blue eyes—-just like me.
And there's the silvery brooklet,;
It's not so very wide; It runs among the willows,
As though it wished to hide.
And there's the sloping hillside, Where we children used to play;
There we've spent many happy h&urs In the merry month of May.
Again I climb the ladder steep, That leads to the great barn loft,
Where we have played at "Hide and Seek" And other games so oft.
I lie me in the cooling shade
Of the grand old sugar-tree, With dreaming eyes that look away.
And wonderful visions see.
The pretty home—my childhood's home— Has changed to stranger's hands;
And others will gather the sweet, wild flowers From the dear old meadow lands.
Yes, parents, too, have moved away,
To this fair western land, Where tall grass waves o'er prairies wild,
By gentle zephyrs fanned.
But still my mind will wander back
To the happy days of yore; Alas! they all have vanished,
I ne'er shall see them more.
And there are my friends, dear, kind friends
If I iTieet them never inore, I trust we'll meet in heaven above,
With the God whom we adore.
Yes, there's that home, my heavenly home
The bright land of the blest, "Where the wicked cease their troubling.
And the weary are at rest."
May Putnam.
Caddoa, Col. April 3, i;
"Your intelhgence should al¬ ways be far in advance of your act. Whenever you do not know what you are about you are sure to be doing wvongd---Carlyle.
The Value of True Friendship.
Of all the ties that bind tne hu¬ man heart there are none more beautiful than the bonds of true friendship.
They are the source of the noblest emotions and a fountain from which springs the purest pleasures.
Many persons do not fully esti¬ mate the importance, the bound¬ less worth of friends, they seem to live only for themselves and what this life can do for them, appar¬ ently unwilHng to share a joy or pleasure with any one else, but
The human heart has natural desires for congenial companion¬ ship and though we are surround¬ ed by various pleasures, our joys are incomplete, unlesss hared by one whom we consider a friend.
Friendship has its duties. To our friends we owe fidelity and constancy in days of prosperity or adversity.
A kind word costs us nothing and if we speak a cheerful word of encouragement in our fellow mortal's ear "between the gray dawn and shadow of evening" it lightens the burden and casts the shadow from his brow.
Kind words never lose their
and there is that lasting friendship of mature years, formed more slowly and cemented by congen¬ ial tastes and pleasures.
To be called a true friend is an evidence of a noble nature. All the qualities of mind and heart which tend to dignify the human race and enable us to distinguish ourselves are brought to notice.
The heart has memories of early friendship that can never die, the turmoils of Hfe cannot obliterate them.
Prosperity is no just scale. Ad¬ versity is the only balance in which to weigh our friends.
It has been said that "lo^=^e. is the shadow of morning which de¬ creases as the day advances, but friendship is the shadow of even¬ ing which strengthens with the setting of the sun.
Edda Lowrey.
Do Not Hire Cheap Teasers.
this selfishness can not satisfy the vast desires of the immortal mind, for in this dark world of ours, sur¬ rounded by the cares and per¬ plexities of every day life, we need friends. They soothe our wounded spirits and brighten our pathway by their sweet influence, for there is nothing more cheer¬ ing to the hearts of the despairing, hopeless being than the comfort¬ ing, encouraging words of a friend.
In days of adversity when hope has nearly fled, our pathway is illuminated by the sympathy of a noble friend; tumultuous feelings are calmed by their approach, even as "the ruffled waters sink to rest when the boisterous wind is stilled."
power, their sweet fragrance floats through the corridors of time, years after the tongue which uttered them has mouldered in the dust.
How sad and vain a thing it is to regret some past wrong doing or infidelity towards a friend. The memory will burden our hearts and the bitter truth will of¬ ten appear to us in all its sublim- ity.
Friendship, like everything of true value, is rare. There are friends of society life, political life and those of prosperity who are ready to desert us when a favor¬ able opportunity presents itself; there are friends of childhood marked by vows of perpetuity, which are often soon forgotten,
The Chicago Inier-Ocean says: "Millions are thrown away upon incompetent teachers. There is a kind of school director, who, for personal gain, personal spite, or to aid his friends, will rob innocent children of their rights, imperil the future of the Repubhc, pro¬ mote anarchy, misrule and crime. Millions for alms-houses, hospit¬ als, jails and judges! Milhons for crusades against intemperance! A country ever standing on the verge of great danger, to be sav¬ ed by incom-petent teachers I Think Christians, Jews, Pagans; think. Patriots and Statesmen, what kind of country you will give to your children."
School officers should read the above and carefully consider the matter. We believe that in hir¬ ing teachers, as in buying goods, the cheapest is always the dear¬ est.
While speaking of teachers we will call attention to the Jact that schools are begihning to close and teachers will begin to look out for positions for next year.
Secure your teachers while you can get the best. Don't wait till the best teachers all have positions and then have to take" what is left.